Mr D'angelo

I really like you

"But I need to tell you something
I really really really really really really like you."
I really like you.

Rochelle:

He takes us to this really fancy restaurant. OMG!!!! Is this like a date or something?

"I'll just have something to drink." I tell the waiter, jeez I don't even have any money on me. How am I going to even pay for the drink.

"Why? Are you not hungry?" D'angelo asks me. "Please give us another 5 minutes." He tells the waiter.

"Yeah, I already ate." I look down at the table.

"You're lying Rochelle. Look at me." He looks straight into my eyes with a cold expression. "Don't ever lie to me."He says rather cold.

I gulp. Who does he think he is? I'm not his fuckin wife, he can't talk to me like that. I want to talk back but damn he looks so scary. So I just nod.

.....

After eating in silence the food he forcly ordered for me, I decide to break the silence. "So what is it that you wanted to talk about?"

"It's about your family." I look down at his juicy lips.
Snap out of it.

"What about my family." I don't have a family anymore, I think to myself. I'm not in the mood to talk about them right now.

What will happen to me, the people I depended on. What did I do to them.
It would be better if I go back home to Johannesburg in South Africa. Yes that's a great idea. But how?? I don't have any money.

"I'm going back home." I blurp.

I see sadness in his eyes as he says."Why?"

"It's better if I go back home, but can I please ask for a favor."

"What favor Rochelle?" Oh Gosh, I like how he says my name. It brings a foreign feeling to my core.

"Canyoulendmesomemoney." I say quickly.

"No." He says with a straight face.

I did not expect him to say that. Gosh I'm so embarrassed right now. Now I probably seem like one of those gold digging girls.

He notices my embarrassment and sighs. "What I mean is, you'll have to work for it."

"Work?" I ask still embarrassed though.

"Yes, you'll have to live with me for only one month."

What? How is that working, I hope he is not talking about me being his pleasure girl or something.

"Why? You can't just ask me to live with you I understand that I like you but..." I put my hand on my mouth as soon as I realize what I just said.

He chuckles and oh Lord he looks cute!!!!
"Oh so you like me? Then it wouldn't be hard for you to live with me for a month. I mean you get to see this everyday." He refers to himself.

I can't believe this, no way.

"Ah ah, me living with you is not gonna happen D'angelo." I say awkwardly.

"Come on, it's only for a month. And after that you get your money and go back home to South Africa."

"How do you you know where I live?"

"I know everything, so what do you say?"

"Yoh ake tsebe hle, this is all so wrong." I sigh.

(Translation: I don't know)

"What language is that, thought you only spoke one language."

"It's sesotho, and...." he interrupts me.

"Let's go now, you need to change those clothes."

Shit, I've been wearing this stupid uniform for 2 days now, I'm sure I smell like a pig now.

.....

We arrive at his house and damn it's gorgeous, the yard is so huge and has a swimming pool at the back. The house is not that big but it is luxurious and you could see its screamed expensive.

The inside of the house is so clean and everything looks untouched, it looks like no one lives here. I've never seen such a beautiful house in my life, most things in here are glass even the stairs wow.

"Wow"

He smirks and shows me to my room.

My room is facing his. It's nice and luxurious, and I can't wait to sleep in it.

......

D'angelo:

I'm in my office and I couldn't sleep last night knowing that she was just across my room. I had to fight the urge to take her.
What has she done to me, she makes me feel things I haven't felt before.
She makes me this whole new person.
And I can't help but notice the hurt in her eyes.

I don't want her to leave, I'll have to make sure she doesn't leave me. And I have just one month to make her not want to leave.
I would lock her up in my room if I have to.

This is me just being nice, the old me wouldn't have even done what I just did. The old me definitely would have locked her up in my room and made sure she doesn't leave. But this girl Rochelle is making me soft and I don't like it.

But she's not going anywhere, she mine!!

I make my way to the kitchen and make her breakfast.

Soon she comes in the kitchen wearing a Jean and a tight green short shirt.

How does she manage to look sexy in just that usual outfit.

"Mmh." She moans, shit I'm gonna make her bend." I smell food."

"Morning Chelle, here you go." I hand her a plate full of bacon and eggs.

"Thank you so much D'angelo, you know you didn't have to."

"Just eat, and call me Franchesco."

"Franchesco, that's your name. I've never heard anyone call you by your name before, I always thought your name was D'angelo." She says will eating. Because no one is allowed to.

"Yea, people usually call me by my last name."

" What are your names then?"

"Franchesco Luciano D'angelo."

She smiles and continues eating.

"Yours?" Though I know but I just can't pronounce her middle name.

"It's Rochelle Kganya Clem."

"Nice, what's your favorite color?" I'm not one to do this, wanting to know more about a girl.

But she's not just any girl, she's mine.